Mythology

Chapter 510 Battle against a Primordial Golden Immortal
The Kingdom of Women is composed of the pain hidden in the memories of the bride in the jar.

Therefore, the present world is a bustling and lively street and alley, which is the most false; downstream, there are only a dozen miles around the Kingdom of Women, where everything has been distorted; upstream, the area has shrunk to the royal palace, which is filled with strange things in our understanding.

At the end, the Kingdom of Women was confined to the palace.

The bride in the jar had lived in the palace since childhood, cultivating the great and wonderful method of acquired wisdom, and was forced to refine the Mother-Child River and the Abortion Spring.

Ultimately, they were transformed into demons; the palace could be said to harbor the deepest nightmares.

If we must categorize the Bride in the Jar as a demon, she should be a demon of memories—a demon formed from unseen and intangible memories.

Yang He opened his eyes and found himself at the edge of the Women's Kingdom.

He could clearly sense that the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field was gradually gaining dominance.

However, the integration of the Women's Kingdom into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field is too slow. If they want to use this to control the Abortion Spring, it will take at least several decades or even hundreds of years.

"Unfortunately, if the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field had covered the Daughter Kingdom, we would have at least a 70% chance of dealing with Vairocana Buddha. Right now, we still need to focus on obtaining the Abortion Spring. The Primordial Golden Immortal is not easy to deal with."

Yang He looked around and found himself in a side room.

He could tell at a glance that a woman had once lived there; there were old wooden puppets and blood-stained pillows beside the bed.

Yang He's spiritual vision continued to surge, and he could no longer sense the bride in the jar.

It's highly likely that even the bride in the jar herself couldn't reach the end of the Women's Kingdom, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Abortion Spring has probably already slipped out of control.

Yang He gently stroked the wall of the room, where blood was seeping from the spiderweb-like cracks.

The blood was still fresh, as if it had just dripped from the wound, and you could even smell the strong, direct rusty odor.

"Wukong and the others must be trapped here. We must find the Abortion Spring as soon as possible."

Yang He's gaze fell on the wooden door, and he reached out and opened it.

Behind the door was not a corridor, but an identical side room, furnished exactly the same, even the musty smell in the air was exactly the same.

"Draw a circle on the ground as a prison?"

Yang He remained expressionless as he began to repeatedly enter and exit the side rooms.

The rooms remain unchanged; even if they are damaged, they will be restored upon moving to the next room, and the wooden doors will close automatically.

"If I continue to explore according to the established rules, I'm afraid I'll waste a lot of time."

Yang He noticed that another crack had appeared in the wall as he pondered, proving that the end of the Women's Kingdom was collapsing.

The cracks are spreading and will soon cover the entire wall.

"Either directly release the protective aura and forcefully find the Abortion Spring. Hmm, since the end of the Women's Kingdom is already unstable, this method should have a 70-80% success rate."

Yang He immediately dismissed the idea; the real trouble was Vairocana Buddha.

That's a Primordial Golden Immortal, who in the current version has already reached the pinnacle of immortals and Buddhas, only half a step away from becoming a Quasi-Saint. Once Vairocana Buddha notices him, he might not even have a chance to meet him.

"Let's try a different approach. Since Wukong has been trapped for several years, conventional methods definitely won't work."

Yang He secretly used the Immortal Transformation Technique, then without hesitation grabbed his own cheeks and tore them apart, causing the protective mystic light to crack.

Stab it!

Yang He seemed to have shed a layer of exquisite disguise.

However, what was revealed was not flesh and blood, but a constantly rotating, bottomless, pitch-black rift! An ominous, ghostly light flickered at the edge of the rift, converging to form the character "砩" on a Nuo mask.

"Uh."

Yang He trembled all over, his protective aura unable to withstand the Yellow-Eyebrowed King's loss of control.

Immediately afterwards, a little scarlet blood emerged from deep within the wound on its face, and then grew and bloomed at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Before long, the crimson transformed into a strange lotus platform.

The lotus platform is entirely composed of writhing flesh and countless tiny pupils! The Daoist patterns throughout are very similar to the previous version of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top.

"Hey Hey."

Yang He couldn't help but laugh, not because he was in a good mood, but mainly because he couldn't suppress it. Even he himself didn't know why he was laughing.

The lotus platform rotated continuously, each petal opening and closing, revealing layers of sharp teeth.

Yang He attempted to communicate with the Immaculate Buddha, and then activated his supernatural power to transform flesh and bone into Buddha. Instantly, stone Buddhas rapidly took shape at the lotus seedpod.

The Buddha, whose body is born from the flesh and bones of the Immaculate Buddha, can be mobilized at any time.

The Yellow-Eyebrowed King was different. Even though he managed to complete his Immortal Transformation Technique through the Great Mystic Method of Acquired Wisdom, the connection between him and the Stone Buddha was extremely weak.

The stone Buddha has an extremely pale white color, as if it were made of bone china, yet it also has the cold luster of jade.

Its entire body is clean and spotless, without a speck of dust or filth.

His face was completely blank, without eyebrows, eyes, nose, or mouth, and without any expression of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.

Yang He scanned the stone Buddha with his divine sense, but had an inexplicable feeling that as he examined the stone Buddha, he could clearly sense that he was being watched from all directions.

"As long as we can communicate, that's enough; we can't expect too much."

With a slight thought, Yang He caused the stone Buddhas to disappear one after another into the wooden doors.

He believes that given the current state of the Women's Kingdom, the number of rooms in the palace cannot be infinite, especially since Vairocana Buddha is refining the abortion spring, which will further reduce the size of the palace.

You can also find one or two of Wukong's disciples along the way.

Yang He closed his eyes, focusing on suppressing his out-of-control body and soul. Although the protective aura would eventually collapse, the time was not yet ripe.

.........

Meanwhile, in a clearly unusual side room.

The interior was no longer uniform; everything inside was covered in flesh and blood, including the walls, ceiling, and floor.

You can even see the blood vessels and meridians on the surface.

A figure over four meters tall stood motionless in the shadows.

Vairocana Buddha has revealed his true form, which looks like a stick insect. His limbs are two or three times longer than his body, and his neck is two meters long. His standing posture is so distorted that he is no longer human.

"Jin Chanzi, do you want me to call you Tang Sanzang?"

"This humble monk comes from the Great Tang Dynasty in the East, so naturally I am called Tang Seng. Jin Chanzi is the Dharma name given to me by Shakyamuni, which I have long forgotten as I have been reincarnated countless times in the human world."

In comparison, Tang Sanzang appeared extremely small standing before Vairocana Buddha.

His hands were clasped together, his robe was spotless, and there was no sign of injury. He did not flinch even when facing the Buddha.

"Oh?"

Vairocana Buddha slightly bowed his head, his neck pointing towards Tang Sanzang.

The sharp teeth of the upper and lower jaws rubbed together, making a soft clicking sound. "Tang Sanzang, are you willing to throw yourself into the Abortion Spring, using your flesh and blood as the medicinal ingredient for the Abortion Spring to restore your innate constitution?"

Tang Sanzang nodded upon hearing this, but a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

He looked up at Vairocana Buddha, his tone still firm, "This humble monk deserves to die. If I can use my insignificant body to dispel the malevolent energy of this spring and save three million souls from eternal torment."

"To help all sentient beings attain liberation and be reborn in the Pure Land is something this humble monk could never ask for."

Vairocana Buddha's thirst for the Abortion Spring remained undiminished, but he felt a slight sense of reverence for it.

"Tang Sanzang, you won't die. I'll just take a part of your flesh and blood, but once your body and soul are reconstructed, your mind will become that of another person."

Unlike Qingling Tianjun, he realized something was wrong as soon as he entered the Women's Kingdom. Whether it was the Mother-Child River or the Abortion Spring, both opportunities seemed to be within reach, but in reality, they harbored sinister intentions.

Immortals and Buddhas are deliberately guiding people to return to their innate state after birth.

However, Vairocana Buddha discovered that returning to the innate state after birth was impossible without encountering Corpse Deity, and it was simply unrealistic to do so through ordinary demons. He had already given up after trying for several years and only then came into contact with Yang He.

Yang He was indeed willing to cooperate, but a new problem arose.

No matter how Vairocana Buddha considered it, he felt that the Mother-Child River and the Abortion Spring were opportunities prepared by the immortals and Buddhas for Yang He, and that sending two Primordial Golden Immortals was merely to prevent Yang He from having any doubts. His gaze was profound, and he had already vaguely sensed that the Mother-Child River had changed hands, which strengthened his guess.

Leaving at this point, Vairocana Buddha was inevitably somewhat unwilling, after all, it was an opportunity that could have enabled him to become a quasi-saint, so he thought of bypassing Yang He.

After extensive deduction, Tang Sanzang is the only possible solution.

The premise is that Tang Sanzang is willing to voluntarily throw himself into the Abortion Spring.

"Why are the immortals and Buddhas so concerned about Yang He? Is the key to the Great Tribulation...him?"

Vairocana Buddha, not understanding why, then took out an ancient earthenware jar containing a crystal-clear milky white liquid. With the slightest movement, ripples spread across the surface.

He suppressed his distracting thoughts, and as Tang Seng approached, the white water in the earthen pot boiled as if it were alive.

“Vairocana, there is one more condition that I hope you will abide by.”

"You say it."

Vairocana Buddha was breathing heavily. Eighty percent of the three million souls had fallen into Yang He's hands, and he was destined never to obtain them. He did not take Tang Sanzang's promise seriously, but only to prevent the latter from turning against him.

"Release the demons who protected this humble monk on his journey to the West, for they are of good nature..."

"can."

Vairocana Buddha interrupted directly. The three-headed demon was not easy to deal with. Sun Wukong estimated that his injuries had almost healed and he would have to come back to fight soon. Pigsy was hiding somewhere.

Who was the other one?

Vairocana Buddha was speechless, because Sha Wujing had completed the deep integration, causing his memory to become distorted, and his temples throbbed with pain.

"Something's not right, something's definitely not right."

"We can't hesitate any longer. The right thing to do is to refine the Abortion Spring and leave as soon as possible."

Vairocana Buddha grabbed Tang Sanzang, who shrank to the size of a fist, and threw him directly into the Abortion Spring. "Tang Sanzang, come in."

Tang Sanzang's mutterings echoed in the room, "What this humble monk seeks is nothing more than for all sentient beings to be free from suffering and attain happiness. If this wish can be fulfilled here, it would not be surprising if my body falls into the spring and my soul is scattered."

A precious light rose from the Abortion Spring, and Tang Sanzang's bones and flesh began to dissolve.

Tang Sanzang endured the torment of pain without flinching, letting the abortion spring erode his body, while his chanting of scriptures echoed throughout the room.

Once Vairocana Buddha's mind is at peace, he can return to his original state within three days.

at this time.

boom! boom! !

Boom! ! !

A deafening crashing sound seemed to come from the neighboring building not far away, causing the walls to shake violently, as if they were about to be cleaved in two at any moment! A furious roar could be clearly heard piercing through the flesh-covered walls.

"I, Old Sun, refuse to believe this godforsaken place can hold me here forever!! Open it up!!"

"Ruyi Jingu Bang, break!!"

Vairocana Buddha's face was gloomy, and Sun Wukong was coming towards him based on his premonition.

This monkey has a deep connection with the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. It is said to have been an experiment by Shakyamuni before he created the Golden Cicada. Later, it received instruction from Yang He and became almost invincible at the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Vairocana Buddha did not want Sun Wukong to affect the Abortion Spring.

Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed the earthenware jar containing the abortion spring water and hissed, "Move!"

For a fleeting moment, the scene inside the room blurred.

Vairocana Buddha had already vanished into thin air with the Abortion Spring, avoiding Sun Wukong, and the next moment appeared in another ordinary room.

Water splashed out from the abortion spring, and as soon as it hit the ground, its aura began to permeate the room!

The wooden structure quickly blackened and softened, soon covered with a layer of flesh and blood, and a foul stench permeated the air. The Fallen Abortion Spring essentially represents decay.

Vairocana Buddha coldly said, "There are still 743 rooms left in the palace. With that unruly monkey's chaotic smashing and looting, he will definitely not be able to arrive before the abortion spring is filled with innate treasures."

He gently pressed the bridge of his nose, concentrating his mind to continue refining.

If possible, Vairocana Buddha really didn't want to offend Yang He to death, and his disciple Sun Wukong had no intention of killing him.

"what?"

He glanced around the room casually, and his pupils instantly contracted.

In the shadows of the corner stood a faceless, pale Buddha statue, its aura seemingly blending into its surroundings.

The Buddha statue has no eyes, yet Vairocana Buddha felt a malevolent gaze fixed upon him, and the statue immediately made a gesture of bowing.

He felt a tremor in his heart, and an extremely ominous premonition welled up in his mind.

My first reaction was that I realized I was out of control and almost prostrated myself before realizing that the aura of the Buddha statue was somewhat familiar.

"The Buddha who is without...immaculate".

Vairocana Buddha saw Immaculate Buddha in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, and their auras were very similar.

Could it be... that the true form of Immaculate Buddha has already descended upon the Kingdom of Women?!

Vairocana Buddha was extremely flustered. Among the seven saints of Buddhism, the most peculiar was Immaculate Buddha, whose cultivation level had always been a mystery. He was personally sealed by Shakyamuni Buddha, and later the seal was lifted.

He dared not linger for a moment and activated the Abortion Spring once more.

"Move again!"

The scene shifts, and Vairocana Buddha is moved to another room.

But the Buddha statue's ever-present gaze did not disappear; instead, it intensified.

Vairocana Buddha didn't even have time to stand still.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

Vairocana Buddha watched as the wooden door slowly opened, and an identical pale, faceless Buddha awkwardly entered the room, still bowing, and then staring at him openly.

"damn it!"

He kept changing rooms, but soon confirmed one thing.

There's no way to avoid Buddha statues.

At least two hundred Buddha statues were scattered throughout the palace. Whenever Vairocana Buddha appeared, the nearby Buddha statues would immediately sense the presence and rush over.

Vairocana Buddha held the abortion spring in his hands and stopped moving it.

He stared intently at the wooden door; the presence behind the Buddha statue was drawing ever closer.

"If it is the Immaculate Buddha, then I will give up the Spring of Abortion. The opportunity to become a saint is destined to be irrelevant to me. If it is an incarnation of Yang Hebie..."

Vairocana Buddha still harbored a glimmer of hope; the abortion spring was only three days away.

dong dong dong.

The air seemed to freeze.

"It is not the Immaculate Buddha, but a demonic incarnation of Yang He."

The wooden door opens.

Yang He's facial wounds had healed, and in Vairocana Buddha's eyes, he posed no threat whatsoever. It would be better to... kill Yang He's avatar.

Vairocana Buddha took a step forward, but noticed something chilling.

Yang He is hollow, just a skin standing in place. Where is the thing inside?
(End of this chapter)